User blog comment:Corbus/Castra Praetoria/@comment-4677325-20111215222716

Darskel grunts in pain as his leg throbs with pain. There is no sign of grass anywhere yet, it's just desert as far as the eye can see. Hopefully he took the right direction to head, judging by where Castle Floret was. Growling a bit as he thinks about the fox Severus and the vermin guards, Darskel limps up the hill slowly. At the top of the hill, Darskel sees the first signs of grass. What a relief, one step closer to Castra Praetoria. Wiping the blood off the now scabbed leg wound, which had been bleeding for quite some time, Darskel limps down the hill, every step painfully hurting his leg. At least there was a sign of hope for Darskel. A sign was good enough.